Jeff took me around the house, explaining each and every detail about the place that he could.
                          


                          
       The water supplies such as sinks and toilets worked, but Jeff said when we came here that he didn't know when something might go wrong. So just in case we had a small stream up the way that Jeff would somehow find time to hike to every morning. He told me he might as well get the water while he 'patrolled' the surrounding area. Every other day he'd take me halfway there so that I could bathe properly. On the trip to and from however, he would keep a good distance between the two of us, never saying a word.
                          


                          
       His behavior changed so abruptly that it really took my by surprise. I couldn't even argue with him earlier because I was too astonished by his sudden change. It was as if he shook his head and was able to forget that the last week never even happened. He acted just like he did when we first started this whole living together thing. Except, he seemed to be a little more kind.
                          


                          
       It didn't matter how many solutions I came up with. The reason behind his sudden change in behavior didn't make any sense and I think sitting here trying to understand it will only make me misunderstand him even more. I don't think logic is something that cooperates well with him and instead of trying to think logical like the basic population, he uses his own logic. In a way it's kind of creative, but it's also quite terrifying.
                          


                          
"Hey, (Name)." A hand was placed on my bare shoulder, ripping me from my thoughts. Looking at the hand on my shoulder, the somewhat smooth yet ashy texture caught my attention. I hadn't realized just how different his and my skin tones were. In fact, I hadn't thought much on the fact that his skin makes him look as if he were an old porcelain doll with man cracks in it.
                          


                          
It was quite beautiful.
                          


                          
"What is it?" My gaze rose to his face to see him looking down at me. The sun was now set high in the sky, allowing light to shower in through the dining room window. The natural lighting brought out Jeff's features, pointing out all the details I hadn't seen before since we were always inside during the day or we were always in shaded areas. To see Jeff's face structure so clearly now was quite a first for me. I couldn't help but allow my gaze to linger on, analyzing each and every part of his face until someone would think it was burned into my mind.
                          


                          
       His jaw structure was firm, not necessarily chiseled but his face was more slender than you'd expect. You'd think it was actually quite feminine but there was something about it that made him appear more manly. The parts of his cheeks that weren't cut looked smooth and a part of me wanted to touch them to see for myself if they were soft or not.
                          


                          
       At a distance you'd guess he had a slit for a mouth, almost like a sock puppet, but in this moment, I could see that he actually had lips that met perfectly aligned. The only thing that was tampered with was the slits that were made at the corners of his mouth. His lips weren't pink or red like you'd get with a normal pair of lips. Instead, they were pale and chapped, as if he was completely dehydrated. His skin looked fair and at this moment, anyone would have mistaken him for a frail being. One touch and he'd shatter into a million pieces.
                          


                          
       His hair was tossed up into a messily made bun as if he'd given up on just holding it back before and so he just did whatever to get it out of his way. Mine was the same whenever I got out of bed in the morning and was too bothered to fix my hair. It was completely black and looked so silky it could make any girl jealous, even myself who wasn't too much into that stuff. For him being who he is, you'd think he'd be a mess and would smell. He has no money that I know of and he even tells me not to turn on the water. I've never seen him take a bath, unless he does it while I am asleep. Yet this man in front of me looks somewhat refreshed and the only time he ever smelled was when he reeked of blood, otherwise he always smells of sweet lavender.